Chapter 116: The Fearsome Momentum

  "Alas, Old Horse is still sleeping, and they've already left...". The little brother from the Sword Gate who was walking in front came to the front of the car, patted his companion who was leaning against the car, and before he could finish speaking, he was kicked twice in the abdomen, as if he had been struck twice by a large hammer.

  He let out a miserable groan, his body flying backward like a baseball bat, heavily slamming into the back of his companion.

  The few junior brothers of the Sword Sect who followed behind changed their faces, and their reaction was quick. Seeing that things were not good, they immediately took out their daggers from their bosoms and glanced at the bottom of the carriage.

  Ke Han Yu didn't give them another chance to make other moves.

  With her hands grasping the mudguard under the carriage, Han Yu's two legs shot up like javelins. Her toes kicked hard at the wrists of the two men holding daggers, and then she took advantage of the momentum to flip onto the roof of the carriage, standing firmly.

  "Let him go, scram!" Han Yu narrowed his eyes, revealing a very natural arrogance and overbearingness.

  "Little kid, are you looking for death?" Zhao Gang glared with his eyes wide open, his teeth itching with hatred. He was a small leader of the Sword Gate in LSK, and since he secretly investigated the possible clues to the high-priced bounty target of the organization, he risked offending his superiors by secretly controlling this information.

  However, just as the club's generous rewards were within reach and he was about to rise to prominence, the leader of the group who had slapped him several times and made him smoke several cigarettes would have to fawn over him. But at this moment, someone came out to stir up trouble.

  Zhao Gang's mood can be imagined. However, Han Yu's skill made him feel a bit apprehensive, and the expression that didn't put him in his eyes made him even more chilled to the bone.

  However, he is not a fool. In the Sword Gate where talents emerge in large numbers and masters are as common as clouds, he has managed to achieve his current status and position by relying on his swordsmanship and gunplay, having waded through blood and water several times.

  Could it be that he is an easy target for people to deceive?

  "The people of Jianmen are cleaning up their own door, what do you dare to intervene? Don't you want to mix anymore?" Zhao Gang cleverly brought out the name of Jianmen and turned the matter into an internal affair of their gang.

  If it were someone else, this set of his might actually be useful, but unfortunately, he's not easy to fool, and Han Yu is even harder to get rid of.

  "Cleaning up the gate? Is the person you're holding in your hand from your Sword Gate? Nonsense, get out!"

  "How dare you be so arrogant on our turf, you little brat? Are you looking for death?" One of the Sword Sect's younger brothers, it was unclear whether he was being bold or trying to show off in front of Zhao Gang, said as he swung a mountain-opening knife at Han Yu's shoulder and back.

  Han Yu's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he grasped the hand holding the knife, exerting a slight force to snatch the steel blade away. With a backhanded slap, he sent the servant spinning around in circles three times before retreating two steps.

  "You dare...!" The little brother was about to curse, but Han Yu's wrist flipped and the knife slapped against the little brother's face, instantly knocking out almost all of his teeth.

  That little brother covered his nose, with a mouth full of blood and teeth, and tears welled up in his eyes, pointing at Han Yu with one hand, but unable to make a sound.

  "Shut up!" Han Yu lightly tossed the steel knife back to the little brother's feet, coldly spitting out two words.

  Zhao Gang's eyes flickered and his face turned pale. Han Yu's casual and subtle action had just overturned one of his trusted subordinates, leaving his mind reeling in shock.

  From the little brothers under his hand to being beaten with a mouthful of teeth, it was just a matter of blinking an eye, so fast that they didn't even have time to speak out and stop him, and ended up like this.

  If it really comes down to a fight, can he and his dozen or so trusted subordinates win?

  "This big brother..."

  "Don't try to build a relationship with me, I'm a soldier and you're a bandit. We're not on the same path, let alone brothers!" Han Yu bluntly interrupted the other person's words.

  Zhao Gang's face suddenly turned red, as if a big dye vat had been opened. He stared tightly at Han Yu, and the fierce energy in his heart burst out: "You little brat, I didn't want to make things difficult for you this early in the morning, but don't be too arrogant either. Don't you even ask around? In the Northeast, who is afraid of our Sword Gate?"

  "Are you playing tough? Do you believe I can make a phone call and have you taken out on a stretcher?"

  "Joke, you hit one and let me see? I don't believe it, the great Northeast, when did it become a world of gangs? You hit." Han Yu said with narrowed eyes, showing no weakness.

  Zhao Gang's face changed color again upon hearing this, and his heart shrank violently.

  As a low-level leader, he naturally knew more about the news of Shao Yang, who was valued by the organization, than his subordinates. He had heard that when Shao Yang was surrounded by Mei Guo's special agents, he was rescued once by someone from above.

  But now, the man squatting on the car has a fierce expression, not putting even the Sword Gate that dominated Northeast LN in his eyes. Could it be, could he be the one who took the shot to save people upstairs?

  Yes, it should be, no mistake. Look at his hands, full of calluses. Look at his squatting posture, although lazy but with a strong military aura. And that gaze, in the midst of righteousness, exudes a hint of fierce killing intent, enough to make all those with ulterior motives tremble with fear!

  Pfft, I'm not a ghost, what's there to be afraid of! Zhao Gang quickly turned over several ideas in his mind, and the arrogant expression on his face was much reduced.

  "Hey, I was just kidding with you earlier, don't take it seriously. What you said is right, he's not one of us, but the reason we wanted to bring him over here is because he owes us money and we want to ask him for it back. Of course, now that he's back with you."

  "Ge Ge..."

  "Shut up!" Zhao Gang glared fiercely at the little brother who wanted to speak out in opposition. This idiot, can't you see that this time they're coming for us? Someone who doesn't even put Sword Gate in their eyes, how could these small fries with no status or position possibly deal with him?

  Han Yu didn't expect Zhao Gang to have such a ruthless and decisive attitude, he was slightly stunned for a moment, then slightly waved his hand and lightly laughed: "Consider yourself lucky, get out of here!"

  "Alright! Let's go!" Zhao Gang hastily threw the person aside and shouted at his younger brother to get in the car.

  But unexpectedly, before he could take two steps, another person emerged from a car beside him. Zhao Gang couldn't help but take a step back and didn't dare to look again, calling out to his men as they hastily departed without any lingering attachment.

  "If you're smart, it's best not to go back and forth!" Han Yu squinted his eyes looking in the direction they left, muttered a sentence to himself, then raised his voice saying: "Hurry back and pack up, we'll leave this place too."

  Knocked my head all day, sweating, forgot about this one, sorry everyone...